Sci-Fi Short Stories
Man, going to the Intergalactic Aerospace Expo 2949 sure is something. Something exciting, something fun, trying new ships, laughing, crying and drinking with pilots from all over, makes it all worthwhile. Another year has passed, I took some pictures and
Alright John, time to pick up your crutches. Come on, slowly, easy does it. That blasted accident around Yela left me with some lingering pains, broken ribs and leg. But what better time to get these old bones moving, eh?
Yes, that’s my ship flying off into the sunset. Wing broken, tail clipped, barely made it back alive. I was on my way to the Junkyard to deliver a box, when I hit some debris and crash landed, bottom up.
Journal Entry #381-5 It was such a boring day at the outpost. Nobody trading or box delivery at all. What to do, what to do… My hand is itching to take my Nox for a ride. … A few minutes
Silence. Followed by a persistent ringing in my ears. Slowly opened my eyes to see in front of me a big ol’ pile of space rocks and nothingness. Turned my head slowly, my whole body aching, ears ringing, only to